Friday, February 4, 2011

February 4 - from my journal in the Great Smoky Mountains


February 4 - from my journal


A wooden rocking chair seems to beckon to me onto the porch.  I sit down, close my eyes, and take a deep cleansing breath.  As I open my eyes, I see the Smokey mountains surround me; they are encased in an evening fog.  The air is cool, almost cold as I feel the air enter my lungs.  I can not seem to get enough of the clean air inside of me.  It is like my body has been waiting for this moment for hours or days.

I  hear only sounds of nature.    The sound of water as it flows over rocks and boulders, the sound of dripping water as it falls from the branches of the trees onto the earth.  There are sounds of bird chatter and calls.  


I see Hemlocks, sweetgums, oaks, tulip poplars, sycamores, and ironwoods shrouded in mist.  A bird flies by as I rock in this chair.


I am aware of my breath and my heart beating as I sit here.    I am the only human in sight.  Why do I let so many days go by in my life that I do not still my body enough to hear my own heart beating or listen to my breath as it goes in and out? I am grateful for this quiet winter's day in the Smokies.  Find your moment.


Peace,

Rebecca

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